"All right lad this is what we want with you.
Your mission is this: to go out into the world and pull down all those election posters.
We have decided to stop voting, so pull down the posters.
Let's get all those ugly faces off our streets and out of our elective offices.
We are not going to vote any more, no matter how often they come around with their sound trucks and statesmanlike gestures.
Pull down the sound trucks. Pull down the outstretched arms. To hell with the whole business.
Voting has turned out to be a damned impertinence. They never do what we want them to do anyhow. And when they do what we don't want them to do, they don't do it well. To hell with them.
We are going to save up all our votes for the next twenty years and spend them all at one time.
Maybe by that day there will be som Ravelaisian figure worth spending them on.
And so, raw youth, with your tentative air, go out and work out will on the physical world.
We are going to go whole hog on this program, to a certain extent, and you are our chosen instrument.
We are not particularly proud of you, but you exist, in some rough way, and that is enough, for our purposes.
You are sub-attractive, Boble, and so are your peers there, but here is the money, and there is the task.
Get going.
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